It's Too Late For Regret Novels & Stories

There may not be visible iron bars around you now. But I know you still feel trapped inside some kind of invisible wall. This wall is your regret. You know what to do to get out of this regret. Just because you failed in the past doesn't mean you will fail today. I often hear people say do last try. But in my opinion, there is no such thing as a last try. Because I think we should try until we achieve what we started trying to achieve. Now we should eat" said Lelia and sat down in the chair.

As if betrayal could be undone with apologies and gifts. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care if he still loved me, or thought he did. It was too late for that. His regret meant nothing now. “It’s not easy without you in my life, Aria,” he continued, his tone softer, almost pleading. “I swear I regret everything. Please… give me another chance. Let me prove myself to you.” A smirk tugged at my lips, cold and detached. “It’s too late. I really need you to stop this...” I say coldly, attaching the phone to my ear.

Vivienne's POV My chest constricted. His words broke through my barriers one, after another. I tried to speak anything but my tongue felt unbearably heavy. I caught a glimpse of his cologne subtly blended with the saltiness of his tears. The hug was overly firm, nearly hurting. I didn’t resist him. I wasn’t sure if it was due to exhaustion or because a part of me still longed for his presence. "I regret it,” he murmured more gently this time as if admitting a truth hidden for ages. "I regret not loving you properly. I regret causing you to feel isolated. I regret understanding it all when I was on the verge of losing you."

I treated Judy like shit when we were married to each other under the lies which I believed from Claire. Every memory of it came back sharper when I was alone, like my instincts refused to let me forget. Later in the years, I married Claire to divorce Judy. Then later even after that, I found out the truth. How wouldn’t I try everything I can to rectify the wrongs I have done? Regret was not even a strong enough word anymore. It felt deeper, like something that stayed in the bones. For this movie premiere and knowing fully well that Judy would be in attendance, I made sure to be there before the event began.

"I know you never listen to anyone, so I'm not going to bother talking you out of it." Lucy lounged back on the couch in a relaxed posture as she spoke to John. "I just hope you'll think this through. If Sierra and Tommy walk away over this and never look back, are you going to regret it?" John held the bottle in his left hand and poured himself another drink without saying a word. There were already too many regrets in his life. The one he regretted most had happened when he was still young.

I recalled the photo that had become yellowed with age and had been moved to a miserable corner of the photo wall. In an emotionless voice, I said, "I burned it the day I came back home. You asked too late." I looked at her. In her eyes, I saw disappointment, pain, and regret. After standing there silently for two minutes, she turned and made her way down the steps. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. I knew we would never see each other again. But what I didn't expect was that it would be the last time I would ever see her.

For five years, I let my husband’s fated mate take whatever she wanted. My place beside him. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a broken family had to be better than no family at all. It wasn’t. On the tenth anniversary of the bond my husband and I chose for ourselves, he canceled our ceremony and told me his fated mate would be taking my place beside him. Then my son gave her the Luna necklace his father had once given me and told me she was his real mate. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago. No matter how much of mysel

“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.” “Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew. “Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.” Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.” I stared at the text. “One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?” As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl:

I warned, and he shook his head with a sigh. "When are you going to consider her?"he asked, and I scoffed. "I don't know,"I replied coldly. "It's better you do it now before it's too late,"I arch my eyebrows. "What do you…" "You don't know the worth of what you buy until you lose it," "It's such a pity that you believed the photo. I hope you don't regret at the end," Regret? "What are you saying? What do you mean?"I asked but he smiled instead.

When she looked back at Damon, there was something different in her expression. Not love. Not longing. Only exhaustion. “I don't owe you an explanation anymore.” Damon's face fell. “I know.” “You made that decision eight years ago. You cannot walk back into my life because you suddenly regret not asking questions.” “I am not asking you to forget what I did.” “Then what are you asking?” Damon took a step closer. His eyes were red, his pride stripped away by alcohol and regret. “I am asking whether there is any part of your heart that still has room for me.”